Date: Thu, 09 Mar 2000 16:36:04 EST From: William Watts Subject: The Castaway Hotel - Chapter 10 Legal Notice: The following story contains descriptions of graphic sexual acts. The story is a work of fiction and has no basis in reality. Don't read this story if: *You're not 18 or over, *If it is illegal to read this type of material where you live, *Or if you don't want to read about gay/bi people in love or having sex. The author retains copyright to this story. Placing this story on a website or reproducing this story for distribution without the author's permission is a violation of that copyright. Legal action will be taken against violators. E-mail responses to the stories, story suggestions or other 'constructive' comments or advice may be sent to: bwstories44@hotmail.com * * * * * * * * The Castaway Hotel - by BW (Young-Friends). Copyright 2000 by bwstories44 Chapter 10 - Our vacation (Part 3). February 2000 The sixth day of our trip (a Friday) began with a quick breakfast and a three-hour trip to Monticello, the home of our third President, Thomas Jefferson. The biggest surprise of this stop was not the house but the knowledge we gained about Jefferson. Not only was he the author of the 'Declaration of Independence', one of our founding fathers and a president, he was also an architect, an inventor and a man of enormous genius. I do believe the boys came away with a whole new respect for the man. Now, after a quick lunch late lunch, we were on the road again. After a two and one half hour drive, we were at Williamsburg, where we would spend the next four nights. Before finding the Inn where we would be staying, I took the boys to their first truly non-educational stop of the vacation, a visit to 'Go Karts Plus'. For the next few hours, the boys drove go carts over two different tracks, rode bumper boats, played miniature golf and played 'skee' ball and video games. I joined them in some of the activities but, for the most part, I was more than content to sit back and watch the boys be boys. By the time we ate dinner and checked into our room, my companions were so tired that they merely took quick showers and collapsed into bed. They had enjoyed enough 'games' for one day. Saturday, I woke the boys at 5AM (cruel, I know, for a weekend) and we ate breakfast and arrived at Busch Gardens by the time the gates opened. This is a theme park with a European flavor. We visited, so to speak, England, Germany, France and Italy. My young companions, also, spent time on five roller coasters, the 'Battering Ram', the 'Roman Rapids' and numerous other rides. The park had animals, as well, but the boys only gave them a cursory perusal after our day at the National Zoo. I allowed the boys to spend the day on their own, admonishing them to stay with their partner and advising them where they could find me. At various times during the day, one team or the other would come to locate me and drag me off to join them for a few rides before I would return to my designated spot. I think that they were afraid that the 'old man' wouldn't have a good time without them. At the end of the day, I returned to our accommodations with four weary lads. After taking brief showers, they made their way to bed. It wasn't long before they were making 'Z's' and replaying the day's activities over in their dreams. Sunday, I woke them at 5AM, once more, to spend the day at Water Country USA. Following similar instructions as yesterday, the lads zigzagged from one place to another, finding such wonders as 'Big Daddy Falls', the 'Jet Stream', the 'Lemon Drop', the 'Malibu Pipeline' and the 'Surfer's Pipeline', where they had their first go at surfing. Three of the boys did fairly well but one, who shall remain nameless, had enough trouble standing on his own two feet on the ground without trying to maneuver a board over the water. Needless to say, he provided us with a few laughs with his efforts. He was soon interested in moving to something else and dragged me on a few other rides while the others continued to improve their skills. After the park closed, we followed up all of the day's activities with a very late dinner, rapid showers and an evening of unconsciousness. Monday took us to 'Colonial Williamsburg' where we spent the day discovering what it would have been like to live in 18th century America. We visited restored taverns, an Inn, a blacksmith's shop, a magazine (where they would have kept gun powder and weapons), a guardhouse, courthouse, capital building and several period homes. We did a great deal of walking that day and we returned to our room suffering from severe fatigue. No one showered that evening, as they didn't have the strength or willpower required. We merely collapsed on the beds and went to sleep. We awoke from our last night in Williamsburg, showered, ate and loaded into the van. We traveled slightly more than an hour before we arrived at our home for the next five days, a motel on Virginia Beach. The boys cheered, when I told them the news about how long we would be here, and I knew this would give them a chance to rest and relax after the hectic pace of the past few days. We were on the top (third) floor of the motel and had a room that looked down on the beach. We had a private balcony, on which I could sit and still see the boys near the ocean, and there was a private pool. We spent the remainder of the day covered in sun block, relaxing on the beach and frolicking in the ocean. After an informal dinner, Brandon and Jay approached me, using Danny and Ricky as back-ups. "Mr. Currie, we need to ask you a question," Jay began. "Fire away. You should know by now that you can ask me anything." "We know," Brandon replied. "After the last week or so, we feel like you're our second dad and we wondered if we could call you something besides Mr. Currie?" I was very flattered by this request. "What did you have in mind?" "We're not sure. We wouldn't feel right calling you dad, because we both have our own fathers, and, besides, it wouldn't be fair to Danny and Ricky if we did that. We were hoping that you could think of something." "That one's a toughie. Let me think for a minute." I quickly tried to weed out suitable possibilities from the collection of ideas I tossed around in my mind. "Well, let's see what you think of these two possibilities. You could call me Uncle Josh or you can use the name that my oldest son and his friends called me. 'Pop'." There was a great deal of whispering between all four boys before Brandon turned back and spoke to me. "We all think pop would be best. Is that OK with you?" "Certainly or I wouldn't have suggested it." "Great," they both said, as they came over and hugged me. "And thanks for the great vacation, pop," Jay added with a huge grin on his face, "even if you guys did tease me about being clumsy." We all laughed and then I spoke. "That reminds me, Jay. Please stay off the balcony." He slugged me in the arm and all of the boys jumped on me, pinning me to the sofa. "Do you promise to leave Jay alone, pop?" Brandon giggled. "Only if the other three of you promise to keep an eye on him." "No problem," Ricky shot back, "but the next time you tease him were going to have to torture you. Do you understand?" "Yes, daddy," I mocked in my best childish voice, which encourage a barrage of tickling and poking and the plea, 'tell us you're sorry". I wasn't about to give in so easily which caused a big wrestling match to ensue. I held my own for a while but was, eventually, overcome by the quartet's youthful endurance and my own poor stamina. Totally spent, I ordered a halt to the activity by relegating my companions to the shower. The dynamic duo wasted no time in jumping up and running for the bath, shouting 'we're first' as they went. Having gone several days with no sexual release, the buddies quickly agreed to do the 'old hand jive' for each other. When their hands had finished the workout, they came out to relax and watch the Baltimore Orioles' baseball game I had discovered while flicking through the channels. Brandon and Danny were next to go into the bathroom. Stepping under the spray, Danny asked the question they both were thinking. "What do you want to do tonight, Brand?" Brandon hesitated about making his choice known. He didn't want to push Danny too fast but he needed to let him know what he was thinking. "Have you.well, have you.ever thought.about.well.doing it in.you know.the butt?" "Yeah, I've thought about it," Danny said looking at the at the bottom of the tub, "but I'm afraid that it would hurt too much so I don't want to do it." "I know. I've been afraid too. I really want to try it but only if we can do it without the pain." "Dad showed me some stories on the Internet but only two of the stories had the characters doing that. Both of those stories talked about the pain but said it turned into good feelings after a while. That's nice that the pain didn't last but I don't want it to hurt at all." "Me either. What are we going to do?" "I don't know. Maybe we could talk to my dad." "Danny, I like your dad and all but I don't know if I feel comfortable talking to him about this. I mean, it is pretty private stuff and he is, well, an adult." "Yes, he is but he's different. He's been really cool about things like this. Besides, whom else can we go to?" "I don't know. Do you think he would help us?" "Sure. He helped me before so I don't see why he wouldn't now." "I know but this just seems so weird." "I know but I don't see any other way." Brandon thought for a minute. "OK but you have to ask him." "All right, I can do that. We'll have to keep him in the room and ask him after the other two go to the beach. Deal?" "Sounds like a plan to me. How about a blowjob for now, to tide us over?" "You're on." The boys then proceeded to suck each other to a quick orgasm. Hey, it's been a few days since they last shot their wads so how long did you expect them to last. After they dried off, they went out to join the others and watched the end of the game. They knew they would have to watch for their opportunity to get me alone with them, hoping that I could solve their problem. That opportunity came late the next morning, after the younger pair decided to soak up some rays on the beach. I was getting ready to accompany them when Danny asked me to stay. "Dad, would you stay here with us? We need to ask you a question." Puzzled, I agreed and the other two ran off. "This isn't easy to ask," he began, "but Brandon and I need your help." There was a lengthy, uncomfortable silence. Finally, he continued. "I guess there's no easy way to say this so here it goes. Brandon and I want to have sex by.well by.sticking our dicks up the other one's butt. There I've said it." "Yes, you did. Now, I know what you want to do but what's your question?" "Oh, yeah. Well, we're afraid of the pain from doing it and we wanted to know if you could show us how we could do it without it hurting?" I had to think this out carefully before I responded. Having organized my words in my mind, I began. "You both feel this way, that this is what you want to do?" They nodded simultaneously. "Well, this is a very big step and I hope you boys have thought about this carefully." Again they nodded in agreement. "I've had no personal experience with anal intercourse but I have, of course, had sex. I have read about similar circumstances for both male and female penetration and some possible solutions for the problem. If I agree to do this, you'll have to trust me and agree to do what I tell you. I'll be with you through the whole experience the first time you do this. I know that will be it very awkward, for all of us, but that's the only way I can be sure you do exactly what I tell you. Would you be comfortable with that?" They stepped away for a couple of minutes and discussed it between themselves. They came back and said that would be fine. "I'll need you boys to wait here for a while so I can go to the store to make a couple of quick purchases. I'll be back shortly." They nodded their heads in understanding and I moved toward the door. "Don't go away. I'll be right back." I went to the parking lot, jumped into the van and drove to the nearest drug store. I selected the items that would be needed for this encounter, paid the cashier and returned to the room carrying a small bag. The boys were trying to develop x-ray vision to see what was inside. "You'll find out soon enough," I told them, "if you two are still serious about this." They nodded their agreement, a look of eagerness and fear plastered all over their faces. "OK, get undressed and we'll begin. I won't get involved with this, other than to instruct and guide you and to monitor your progress. I think I may be crazy for doing this but I'd rather help you myself than let you turn to someone else for guidance or fumble your way through this on your own." "Thanks, dad," Danny said as he was removing his clothes. "I knew we could count on you." "Yes, thanks, pop. I thought Danny was nuts when he said that we should ask you to help," Brandon added, "but I should have know that you wouldn't let us down. Jay and I know that we can count on you as much, or maybe even more, than our own parents. I guess that's why we felt funny still calling you Mr. Currie. I love you, pop." That one caught me off guard. For the most part, I know that boys aren't usually willing or very eager to share their feelings like this, especially when it involves the 'L' word. Stunned by the apparent ease and sincerity with which he said this, I didn't immediately reply. Slowly, I regained my composure and looked into Brandon's eyes. "I love you, too, Brandon. In fact, I love all of you a great deal. After my wife died, I was very lonely and kept myself isolated. When Ricky and Danny came to live with me, they brought a spark back into my life and they rekindled emotions I had forgotten were there. You and Jay have added to those feelings for me. No matter what else happens in my life, I would still feel a void if you boys weren't around. I want you to know and, I'll tell Jay the same thing later that, you can both count on me to help you with your problems or answer your questions, if I can. Our home is your home and you're welcomed there as often or for how ever long you want. You are both calling me pop and I want you to know that I have begun to think of you as my sons, as well, just like Danny and Ricky. A few months ago I was all alone, my children having grown and moved away and my wife deceased, and, now, I have four new sons who have brought more joy into my life than I would have thought possible." Suddenly, two naked boys wrapped themselves around me, hugging me affectionately and kissing my face. I guess that maybe this was the closest I would come to dying and going to heaven without actually having to leave this world. "OK, time to get back to business. Who wants to do what first?" "I guess that I'll let Danny do me first, pop. I suggested doing this but it was Danny who was most concerned about it hurting. If I go first and it hurts me, I won't make Danny do it." "That's very generous of you, Brandon. The ability to think of others first and to put their interests ahead of your own is what makes a true friend. I'm glad to know that Danny has such a good one." "Brandon," Danny interrupted, "if you're doing this for me then I'm going to do it for you, whether it hurts or not. I want you to have your chance to see what it's like, too." "That doesn't matter. You don't have to do this unless we can do it without any pain. I mean that. It was my idea to try this, not yours. If it hurts me then I'm just not going to do it to you and you won't be able to make me." "We'll see," Danny interjected. He always likes to get in the last word on any discussions. "Brandon, I want you to get on all fours on the bed," I began. "Then, I'm going to show Danny how to loosen you up for penetration." Brandon did what he was told and I moved Danny into position behind him. "Danny, this is a tube of KY jelly. I want you to put a bit on your index finger and, then, rub it all over it. Now, put another big glob of KY on the tip of that same finger and rub it all around Brandon's hole." I grabbed Brandon's ass cheeks and pulled them apart so Danny would have access to his target. Danny spread the jell all around the outside of the pucker. "Smear some more KY on that finger and, this time, you're going to start to work it inside his anus. Go slow so he can adjust to everything you do. Brandon, as he starts to push his finger into your butt, relax and push down on your ass muscles, like you're taking a crap. This will open the hole and remove most, if not all, of the pain. Do either of you have any questions before we start?" They both shook their heads 'no'. I took hold of Danny's right hand, with his index finger pointed forward, and moved it until it touched that pink rosebud. I worked his hand so his finger made tiny circles around the entrance. After doing this for a brief time, I put his finger against the hole and urged his hand to move forward, slightly. "Push down, Brandon, and try to relax." I could tell Brandon was pushing and Danny's finger slipped in, up to the first knuckle. Brandon gasped. "Did that hurt, Brandon?" I wanted to know. "No, it was just an automatic reaction. I'm fine. Danny can keep going." I put a little more pressure on Danny's hand, pushing the finger in deeper. I made him wait for Brandon to adjust and, then, I twisted his hand so his finger would twirl around. When he seemed ready, I pushed Danny's finger the rest of the way in. We waited for Brandon to get used to this finger before I pulled Danny's hand back and forth, finger fucking Brandon's hole. "How does it feel, Brandon?" I inquired. "Good. There's no pain at all." I let Danny work his finger some more before I had him move on. "Danny, pull your finger out and put another dab of KY on your first two fingers. Rub it around well. Now, insert those fingers the same way we did the first. Danny lined up his two fingers and then pushed them past the sphincter. Brandon gasped, again but quickly signaled us that he was fine. Danny twisted the fingers around, pushing them in all directions to widen the gateway. I indicated, with a gesture, that I wanted Danny to curl his fingers. When Brandon moaned loudly, I knew that Danny had brushed against the prostate. I was working completely with hand signals, now, so I didn't spook the crouching Brandon. I signaled him to pull out and use three fingers and Danny understood. He added more KY and worked three digits into his partner. The next signal was to twist them around, followed by the thrusting motions. "How are you doing, Brandon?" I asked. "Fine. The last time hurt a little but not much." I signaled Danny to stop. "Brandon, turn around for a minute and face Danny." I waited for him to complete this maneuver. "Work on Danny's penis until it gets hard then spread a generous amount of KY over its entire surface." Brandon did just that and both boys were ready to continue the lesson. "Brandon, turn back the other way and Danny, get on your knees behind him." I waited for them to get into their positions. "Danny I'm going to hold both of your hips and direct your actions. When I think your ready, I'll let go and you'll be on your own. Any questions?" Again, both nodded that there weren't. I put my hands over Danny's hips, as he lined up his penis with Brandon's rectum. I pushed him gently forward until his spearhead was touching the bull's eye. I applied a little more pressure on the back of his hips and the head of Danny's cock slipped past the guardian. Making sure that Brandon was all right, I pushed him gradually in, a little at a time, until Danny's pubes were tickling the back of Brandon's ass. We hesitated, giving Brandon time to adjust to the intruder before we continued. Now, I moved Danny's pelvis in a slow rocking motion, in and out of Brandon's tunnel and guttural noises started emerging from both young throats. I kept Danny in a nice fluid motion of long, slow strokes and, gradually, I increased his pace. Once he looked like he was into it, I whispered in his ear and released my control. Danny continued with all the confidence of a pro, working Brandon's virgin ass, and he kept increasing his speed as he felt his seed begin to churn and boil in his scrotum. Before long, he was pumping hard and fast as he neared his climax, and both boys were moaning excitedly. Danny was up to short quick strokes as he arched his back, driving his penis in and up to the hilt. He arched his back as his cannon exploded with five creamy ropes of semen. Sounds of moans and grunts echoed off of the walls as the boys enjoyed the fading sensations of their virginal experience. Once Danny's dick was drained, he collapsed on Brandon's back. Brandon rolled to his side, taking Danny with him, but Danny's prick remained, steadfast, in the deflowered channel. They stayed like that for several minutes before either boy commented or moved. "That was wicked," Danny began. "I've never felt anything like that. It was like a hundred wet lips were wrapped around my penis and they just sucked everything out of me. I never thought it would be that good." He looked at Brandon and smiled. "How was it for you." "Nice, really nice. You kept hitting something in there and it just sent tingles all over me. It only hurt a little bit but it didn't last very long and, then, it made me feel real good. Thanks, pop, for teaching us how to do it without it hurting." "You're welcome, both of you. When you're ready, we'll switch you boys around and I'll teach Brandon what he needs to know." It wasn't long before they were ready to go in reverse. I had Brandon lube up his fingers and I worked his hand as we probed Danny with one, two and, finally, three fingers. I made him work them all around, stretching the tight chute, until I felt the hole was ready. Next, I had Danny work on Brandon, getting him hard and greasing his pole. When they were in position, I held onto Brandon's hips and I led him through the same beginning process. As his confidence built, I released my grip on him and he continued the process on autopilot. The instincts that Mother Nature had given to all of her creatures soon took control and Brandon's thrusting increased in pace and he neared his orgasm. The last several strokes were fast and hard before he sunk his muscle deep into Danny's cavern and splashed his lining with several loads of his boy juice. After the consummation had been completed, they became a panting heap of spent boyhood, lost in the afterglow of sexual bliss. * * * * * * * * If you enjoyed reading this story, you will find other stories by me at members.tripod.de/wolfslair, in the 'Other Stories' section. E-mails may be sent to: bwstories44@hotmail.com.